ArchbishopPeter Abelard, I have summoned you here to respond to CanonFulbert's chargesHe accuses you ofBlasphemy and heresyFulbertAnd lechery with my nieceArchbishopThat's past, FulbertThey're married nowThough they choose to live apartHe can't denyThey're married nowFulbertIt's lechery with my nieceArchbishopWhat else, Fulbert? What else?FulbertHe called the Holy Mother religion...ArchbishopA what, Fulbert?FulbertHe called the Holy Mother religion a...ArchbishopA what, Fulbert?FulbertA whore, Archbishop. A whore!ArchbishopDid you? Well, did you?

AbelardI saw a virgin of lightA celestial, beautiful brideStained and abused in the nightBy her many loversWho are people like you, ArchbishopYou parade around in silk and ermine, turning your eyes from theNaked in the street, turning your noses from the stench of their soresWhile you perfume your bodies with oriental incense, while you erectVast treasuries in your banks, and lie, and lie, and lie! It is you whoAbuse the virgin of light and turn her into a whore!